Dream (Taehyung FF) - ON HOLD

Chapter 8

        "Can we have sex, babe?" he asks me.

My eyes widen with shock.

I shake my head. "No"

He brings his face to my shoulder. "Why?"

"I-I'm scared" says me.

"What are you scared of?" asks him, and he giggles.

I giggle too. I literally have a dirty mind now. "I'm just scared," says me.

He lifts his head off my shoulder and looks at me. "Of what?"

"Just... You know" says me.

"My dick?" he guesses.

I laugh. He's so straight-forward.

He laughs too.

"Yeah," I say. It's true, I'm scared of that thing.

"Why?" he asks me.

"You know it" says me.

"I'm a man, how would I know why a woman is scared of a dick?"

I burst into laughter. "Shut up, a penetration. Obviously" I say.

"It won't hurt, babe. Sex pleasures both parties. Have you watched porn?" he asks me.

My face turns red. I don't answer him.

"Babe, I'm a kind of straight-forward person. I don't like beating around the bush unless I want to act cute. I want to have sex with you, so I come right out and ask you," he says.

I'm almost speechless. He's so honest. Too honest, actually. "Well actually... I think it's too early for that."

"Early? Hmm... Actually, I have another reason."

"What?" I ask.

"Ever read Memoir of a Geisha?" he asks me.

I shake my head.

"That book has famous sayings. Men have a kind of eel. and they've been spending their lives trying to find home. What do you think women have inside them? Cave, a place where eels like to live".

It takes me a few seconds to understand it. When I get it, I laugh. "Taehyung, that is so dirty," I say.

"I haven't finished yet,"

"Okay".

"Eel is territorial," he says.

My lips part a little bit when I finally get the reason why he wants to have sex with me.

He may believe that by doing so, I become his.

I fake out a laugh. "Why do you want to mark me as yours?" I ask.

"Because I want to be serious with you," says him.

I look into his eyes. He looks so damn serious, too.

"Y/N, you might be thinking I'm the kind of guy who just fools around. But I'm not. My fame can be proof. You know what I mean, right?" asks him.

"Uh, yeah"

He leans in and smoothes my hair away. "I really want you to know that I'm serious with you. And nevermind today. I would not want to do it without your consent," he says, then he lets go of my hair and he straightens his standing posture.

I look away. This conversation is so awkward. But I'm glad that he talks about consent.

I hear him sighing, so I turn my head to look at him again.

"I won't be able to see you until next week. Shit, I'm going to miss you so much," he says.

I smile as I notice the sincerity in his shiny black eyes. "I'm going to miss you too. But what can we do? We actually can't date," I say, lips pursing out.